So Long, 007…
Sean Connery, the first and best James Bond, died last month (https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-54761824), so I thought I would resurrect one of my poems, a tribute to 007. Let me know what you think. The Flying Circus of My Personal Pilot, Miss. … Continued
It’s COVID
I parked a six pack of beer and a box of chocolate chip cookies behind a gray checkout divider while the tar-colored conveyor belt swept forward. The belt stopped and started, my goods stuck behind a fender bender of produce, … Continued
My Wife, Purgatory Guru
A few slim pamphlets taken from a display rack in our church’s narthex lit the fire. My wife, a Protestant convert, curiosity piqued, stashed a few in her purse. In the midst of a conversation about kitchen renovations, I didn’t … Continued
Confirmation Call
My phone started ringing just as I had a mind-melding code breakthrough, and I couldn’t pick up. If I’d recognized the number, maybe it would have been different, but after a quick glance, I turned right back to the screen. … Continued
Santa Service
Five minutes to midnight on Christmas Eve. After downing half a dozen spiked eggnogs, I woke up from a nice doze and yawned, my mouth wider than a pelican’s beak chugging a menhaden. I was groggy, but hey, it was … Continued